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Realising a form out of stone. |
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Set hands moving. |
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Roan shaped his heart |
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thru his working hands. |
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Work to mold his passion into clay, like the sun. |
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In his room, his lady |
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she would dance and sing so completely. |
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So be still he now cries |
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I have time, oh let clay transform thee so. |
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In the deep cold of night |
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winter calls, he cries 'Don't deny me!' |
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For his lady, deep her illness. |
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Time has caught her |
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and will for all reasons take her. |
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In the still light of dawn, she dies. |
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Helpless hands soul revealing. |
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Like leaves we touch we learn. |
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We once knew the story. |
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As winter calls he will starve. |
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All but to see the stone be life |
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Now Roan, no more tears. |
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Set to work his strength. |
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So transformed him |
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realising a form out of stone. His work |
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so absorbed him. |
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Could she hear him? |
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Could she see him? |
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All aglow was his room dazed in this light. |
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He would touch her |
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he would hold her. |
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Laughing as they danced. |
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Highest colors touching others. |
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Did her eyes at the turn of the century |
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tell me plainly |
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when we meet, how we'll love, oh let life so transform me. |
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Like leaves we touched we danced. |
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We once knew the story. |
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As autumn called and we both |
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remembered all those many years ago. |
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I'm sure we know. |
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Was the sign with a touch |
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As I kiss your fingers. |
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We walk hands in the sun. |
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Memories when we're young. |
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Love lingers so. |
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Was it sun through the haze |
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that made all your looks |
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as warm as moonlight? |
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As a pearl deep in your eyes, |
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tears have flown away, |
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all the same light. |
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Did her eyes at the turn of the century |
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tell me plainly |
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when we meet how we'll look |
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as we smile time will leave me clearly. |
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Like leaves we touch, we see. |
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We will know the story. |
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As autumn calls we'll both remember |
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all those many years ago. |
